Tired in November of 2010

And the wrecking ball continues to swing

          Once again only the bluest birds sing

(their saddest songs)

               

WE 

ARE

TIRED:

o f   t h i s  tragedy thing

It is

taking a serious

                          toll on everything

A toll that's getting tougher to pay

With each one that passes away

Whether it's:

Sadly with INTENT

Or unexpectedly by ACCIDENT


It seems as though
The ever presence of the word go
Has us questioning:
? 
Will we ever grow
UP AND AWAY
From the DARKNESS we've come to know.

Atlantic Rain

I close my eyes:

To see, to feel, to hear,
To know intimately

The weight of the rain

The overwhelming screams,

The intensity of Atlantic dreams

I close my eyes to feel

Water needles sink into my skin
Playing on the specific strings that -
-remind me what the weight of water is

I close my eyes to hear
Liquid drums carefully beating
To a melody always worth repeating
But lost in moments that are painfully fleeting

I close my eyes to know
The intimate intrusion of the wind
Wet and heavy as it soaks my soul
And it reminds me of when...

...I closed my eyes mid-wave
And hid inside the Atlantic rain.

Recovering from the {f}all

September came too quickly

Opening doors so swiftly

And I found myself unready

For things that fell abruptly

September went too quickly

Opening doors uncomfortably

Into October, all too soon

As though we already knew...

(once recovered from this fall)

...that it has come be the truth:

When sadness finally escapes me

A piece will remain for you.

Calling Because

I'm calling to tell you not to call

And also to ask why you didn't fall

I'm calling to say I can't hear your voice

In the early hours when I'm left with no choice

But to answer when shaken from unsound sleep

When I've waited alone in untangled sheets.

I'm calling to hear the words you won't say

While you hold out your arm to keep me away

I'm calling to tell you not to call
So that maybe someday I'll recover from the Fall. 

Rained and Fell

I ran

From the hauntings yesterday 

It rained

As though to wash away pain

I cried

When the ghost of you remained

They fell

Bright pieces of things misplaced

I heard

Words in my head with no escape

It repeated

Confusing nostalgia of what's gone away

I rained

To cry your words away

I fell

From a lonely place

I screamed

To push the pain away

And hurt

When pieces remained.

Une Fois De Plus

“Just one more time” echoes in my head

And I'll wait impatiently

Tangled in words so carefully unsaid

Unraveled and empty in a shallow bed

“This will be the last” pushes me to your door

And I’ll trip ungracefully

Into the unwished dreams you silently hope for

To hear silent screams of the things I wish for

Unfinished Poetry

A pressing moment

Weighs on the poet

To finish her sentence

As she currently knows it

Urgency quietly calls

Through paper-made walls

In a form that makes sense

Of the daily rises and falls

If left unfinished, it never will be

For the way life unfolds so quickly. 

Fell

A slippery step on the ice is hard to take

When the weight of past seasons won't go away

Summer left swiftly and wordlessly

Every un-answer remains a mystery 

The bright shatterings of Fall are on the floor 

And there are skeletons knocking at the door

- not begging for tricks or sweets -

The ghosts are my own. They haunt relentlessly.

With the facade of holding on - 

- the reality of letting go

Their words talk, 

Their laughter echoes,

Their sadness cries -

Into my ears 

                 and out from my eyes.

Welcome Winter,

You're just in time.

To hear me say,

                Good-bye.

Blue Green

She tempts you with her blue green eyes
And reflects her beauty in changing skies
You feel a pull with the outgoing tide
That abruptly steals you from my side


She holds your gaze from seas away
You imagine you'll drown in unruly waves
Yet she makes you wonder if you'll stay
Or take this chance to run away


It's not just that you're overtaken by her beauty -
It's that you know the affair will end quickly
- that she'll most likely leave you lonely

Just as you left me
When I lost the battle against the sea.

Sails in Colorado

We could sail away

If your boat would reach me

But the mountain shores are dry

And I'm not waiting patiently.